I breathe, in and out, in and out,
Trembling with fear.
He appraises me,
Judging,
Having no remorse.
I feel for my sword,
Finding it where it never leaves.
Clumsily, draw rusty blade, never used
Before.
He brings his blade out,
Glinting in the moonlight.
Stepping forward, he
Strikes, his blade becoming
Lightning, dancing in a shower of sparks,
As I, filled with awe at this finale moment, watch his
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My blade, sending me back and back to the wall.
A step forward, a hand movement,
My attention diverted.
His blade leaps again,
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At me.
I catch death itself,
My hands bleeding,
Paying a blood debt
To stop a blood death.
Rosy light, seeking, finding,
Marking.
He flinches,
Bears his fangs,
And tries to end it for good.
He flies, the gap between us
Gone, never there, erased.
A boulder falls smash onto him,
Trapping, tangling, saving.
A hole where the rock once laid,
Sunshine
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Down, vanquishing the undead person, cleansing its filth.
I rise, limping, wounded, thankful.
The gods have saved me,
And I must pay that debt.
May the Divines smile apon you.
Comments
@Phil Lord Lyall? Wow, I'm amassing quite a reputation. XD I tried my hand at a rhyming poem which will be up on the 21st, so I can't wait for you to destroy it and make me feel worthless when you post your next poem
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You also spelled 'breathe' as 'breath' in the first line.